So we were laughing over snooker whilst the others drank their wine
Standing out to praising me we hoped it would define
The taxi members had to take his money on his face
Whilst overcharging everybody getting us there later
Shooing up to get us waiting in a room
Smoking all our feelings whilst we sing and down the sad sad tune
And later on when the business is done
And everybody's gone home
We slide abound, kicking cans around
And eating chips and chicken when we're feeling down
Chips and chicken, the van's all empty again
Chips and chicken, the van's all empty again
Chips and chicken, the van's all empty again
Chips and chicken, the van's all empty again
Chips and chicken
So we were lying in a hotel room, my brother's on the phone
Laughing in a tiny room which then he tried the door
Asked us down for breakfast, almost didn't sleep
Chambermaid is knocking hard, oh, why don't they let us dream?
Checking out at bedlam, I think we're moving on
Well, another story to tell, now what the hell is going on?
Later on when the business is done
And everybody's gone home
We slag abound, kicking cans around
And eating chips and chicken when we're feeling down
Chips and chicken, the van's all empty again
Chips and chicken, the van's all empty again
Chips and chicken, the van's all empty again